I started this blog when my husband and I were expecting our first child to document my pregnancy and warn people of all the things nobody tells you about. Then it followed our family's journey through secondary infertility. It turns out I forgot as much as I learned. One might think that motherhood has softened me...
One would be wrong.

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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Dalliance Interrupted

The Husband... is not known for his memory. I knew this when I married him and so I accept that hints, nudges and (not-so) gentle reminders are a part of my job as The Wife. So when The Husband is the one doing the nudging, I know my procrastination has gone on too long.

This weekend he issued a not-so gentle reminder to get things a-rollin' on the fertility clinic referral. I did my research and had the clinic picked out, my doctor had the paperwork ready, the pre-work ultrasound was done, all that was left was two phone calls and I just couldn't get my shit together to make them. Rather like alcoholism, the first step is admitting there is a problem and I guess finally making that call was confirmation that I believe there is a problem. Though, in my defense, it's also hard to make these calls from work because I'm in a cube farm and I'm not thrilled about the idea of my colleagues knowing my business. When people watch you slip into a conference room to make a call they assume you're job hunting and in today's job market I can't afford the appearance of impropriety - especially if I want to go on another mat leave in the not too distant future.

Anyway, I finally did it. The referral documents have been faxed and the ball is rolling. Now I have to wait for them to call me back with an appointment. Naturally since I went through all the subterfuge yesterday The Parasite is home sick with me today, so I would have had all the time and privacy in the world to get it done. *sigh*